Confession
It has been quite a while since I have opened my heart;
To feel these emotions just tears me apart;
I think I was a child, about nine years old;
When I closed my eyes as my heart turned cold;
I would tell you the reason if I really knew why;
I was not beaten, no one close to me died;
I hear how bad life was for the ones I hold close;
They tell me bad stories and tell me of their ghosts;
They don't understand why I need them at all;
They can't comprehend why I cry in the hall;
Well maybe it's time to tell you my ploy;
See, deep inside I'm still that nine-year-old boy;
I cry when I'm yelled at, I cry when I'm hurt;
I cry for attention when I feel just like dirt;
I watch other people and I know how to act;
I just keep moving forward and I never look back;
I get to the top and there is no place to go;
I didn't realize my life has been one giant show;
I don't know who I am now, and I can't find my reason;
I no longer belong here, it's no longer my season;
I don't have a calling, not anymore;
I'm still that little boy, trying to open the door.
Copyright © Chris Combs | Year Posted 2007
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